A/N- Another long wait. Again, I'm so sorry. I had work and a summer trip to contend with. Well, to anyone who has read book 7, you obviously know that this is now considered AU. Anyway, please enjoy this!

Chapter 7

If Hermione had had her way, she would've awoken from her unconsciousness the next morning somehow miraculously home, the sun shining in from an open window, and Ron lying next to her. However, she awoke feeling the food she had eaten the night before trying to escape violently through her mouth. Her hand flew her mouth to try and stop the disgusting flow as she sat straight up in bed. She grossed out a bit to find that a little of the half-digested food was on her hand. She stumbled out of bed and collapsed over the toilet in the adjoining room, where she promptly removed her hand and allowed her stomach to purge whatever it was that it hadn't liked.

Hermione had not thrown up in years. The last clear memory she had of being bent over a toilet had been when she was seven. Now she remembered why she fought all nausea she experienced. She had never expected a curse to make her ill.

This Cruciatus is for the birds, she thought, finally finished.

As she was wiping her mouth off, washing her hands, and brushing her teeth, there was a knock at the bedroom door. She scoffed. Turning off the water and drying her hands, she turned and said, "You've raped me, I don't think you need to worry about walking in on me naked."

Severus stuck his head in slowly. There was concern etched all over his face as he stared at her. Hermione felt like she might throw up again.

"What do you want?" she asked, leaning against the frame between the loo and bedroom.

"I heard you in there. I came to make sure you were all right. Actually, to be honest, I came to see if you were awake and hungry, but considering what I heard, I would figure that food would be the last thing that you would want," he said, coming fully into the room.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "You think so?" she asked, walking over and plopping down on the bed.

She glared up at Severus as if to say, "Don't you even dare get comfortable in here! And don't you dare even try to sit next to me!"

He caught the message, remaining very close to the room's door. There was silence between the two once again. Hermione, for her part, still felt a bit nauseous. She sat on the bed, trying to hold herself erect, so that Snape would not see this bit of weakness. Finally, she gave in, groaned, placed a hand on her aching stomach, and laid back on the bed.

"Hermione, are you sure you are all right? Do you need anything?" Snape asked, taking a step away from the door.

She shook her head. "No. I'm fine," growling her answer at him.

He nodded and retracted his step. There was silence once more. Hermione closed her eyes, her body now tired from the heaving she had done. Fighting sleep, she kept forcing her eyes open, only to have them shut again. Falling asleep in the same room as she man who had raped her was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Draco stopped by. Ginny made it home safely. Also, she had no lasting effects from the curse it seems. Although, she is still unconscious," Snape said.

At this, Hermione's eyes flew open, and she sat up. She was no longer tired.

"Draco? Malfoy? He contacts you?" she asked.

Snape smiled a humorless smile. "Where do you think he gets all that wonderful information from?"

"You mean you've been the one feeding the Order our information this whole time?" Hermione asked, coming off the bed. "I can't believe it!"

"Has any of the information ever been false?"

Hermione considered this for a moment. Finally, she shook her head. Snape opened his arms and inclined his head a bit.

"It doesn't seem right," Hermione said bitterly in response.

"Why? Because it confuses the image of me as the heartless bastard who murdered Dumbledore?" he hissed at her suddenly.

She narrowed her eyes at him. This was the first time since she'd been here that she had heard him speak with such icy tones. His voice had deepened into a growl, and his face had contorted into one of hatred. Toward her or himself; however, Hermione couldn't know.

"Maybe," she answered honestly. "But isn't that a good thing?"

His face softened once more, and he nodded. He turned, about to leave, when she stopped him.

"So, what are we going to do?" she asked.

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione leaned against the bedpost, her stomach still ill a bit. She sighed and wrapped her arms about it.

"The information that Voldemort is going to expect from you soon. What are we going to give him? Obviously I can't give you information that will harm any of the members of the Order."

"And I can't give him fabricated information…at least not forever. He'll start to suspect something is wrong."

Hermione nodded, thinking. She wondered, at first, if she really cared what happened to Snape or not. Then, remembering what she had just learned, she thought that it might be better to have him live a bit longer. Even if it meant her being trapped here.

"How about I give you fabricated information at first, and then you can claim to your Dark Lord that I deceived you and that you will torture the next bit of information out of me even more fiercely than the last?" she said.

Snape's eyes widened a bit out of shock. Hermione allowed herself a wicked little smile.

"What?" she asked.

"I never knew you were so…contriving," he replied.

"That's what ten years of Muggle television can do to someone, I suppose," she joked.

He smiled, although he appeared to be struggling against the gesture. "Television was different when I was younger, then."

End Notes: So, not much this chapter. Sorry for the long wait, once again. As I stated in the author's notes, this story is now AU in accordance with book 7…but then again, wasn't it always, maybe just a little? Please review!